Porcupine Ridge authentic battle damage

"They probably do," he agreed. His promise was more in jest than not; he knew that he could meet his end in any number of unexpected and undignified ways. If he had his choice he'd die defending his pack and his family, but take the threat down with him. But it was unlikely to happen like that.

She spoke then, of the brief battle, and his ears fanned back. She had lightened his expression but now it darkened once more. "You did it because you are pack. The pack moves as one." stated the black wolf, who was seized then by memory, and by bitterness at those who did not act as pack. "I did not want to fight either," he said as his gaze drifted to the side. His toes curled, and his nails dug into the snow. His words was hard. "I hate that it came to that, after I showed them such courtesy," he seethed.